~ At The Bottom of Earth's Crust ~
Blood spattered from the mouth of a broken warrior. It trickled down his cheeks onto the molten rock below. His shattered body lay ruined at the bottom of a trench, consumed by darkness. Barely able to lift his arms, he lay there now, neither dead, nor alive.
"C-cough-cou-" he spatted, "R-R...Rich-ch-Richa...RICHAND!" He screamed. "RICHAND!!!!" he bellowed again. He continued to lay their, breathing heavily.
Sekhmet... he heard a voice call, Now do you see what happens when you mock our power...
"R-Ra..." he muittered back. "Ra...please...g-g-give me the p-power...to kill him..."
I do not posess such skill...but he does...
The ghost of a large silver dragon appeared before Sekhmet. I... the beast spoke, I am Horus, God of Power. What is your wish, Son of Ra?
"I...I want to kill...no, to have the power...to meet those who defeated me in battle once again...to win..."
Ahh... the great God replied, I will grant you the power, but the outcome must be decided by you
The God dissapeared, and Sekhmet's body was rushed full of strength, and just enough energy to sustain him until someone rescued him. Yet he could feel the new power, his limits extended, and his overall power increased. As he continued to cough up blood into the abyss, a smile drew itself across his face, and his eyes were once again inflamed with hunger.